I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
Remember don’t find
Someone attractive in
The hopes of
Loving them love 
Them and you
Will always find
Them irresistibly attractive
Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
Oh Lord your
Eyes are deep
Earthly rich pools
In which I
Dip and plant
My heart in
Their soil watching
Your smiles grow
Like sunflowers spreading
Across the plains
Of your cheeks
Your teeth as
White as a
Harvest moon guides
Me to bed
And your open
Arms envelope me
Like the airy
Limbs of the
Rivers weeping willows
The night outside
Glows through the
Slats of window
Softly as though
My yard had
Been blanketed by
A midnight snowfall
Or like Venus
Hailing its moon
To cool my
Night in subtle
Shades of blue
And gray as
I recall that
One night in
Curitiba on the
Beach as low
Tide tickled the
Sandbar beneath your
Naked silhouette while
The Orange dawn
Broke yellow upon
Your brown skin
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 